Letters to the Editor
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She does not deserves that job
Obviously,
She doesn't like or respect food
I hope this confession makes her lose her job and send her back to her kitchen cooking pasta sauce Minnesota-style
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A phony is different from a slut
You don't cook, you don't even really like food, so I gather you wanted to be a food writer mainly so you could feed your people your writing.
That's rather dishonest. I can see why you want to blame it all on skinny women. It's so easy for women of your political orientation to do that.
Well, as everyone knows, skinny women have no souls, they have no feelings, they are incapable of experiencing pain or humiliation. So they can be abused and judged in print as much as any writer of your highly judgmental generation desires.
In Paradise, Muslim men are supposed to be given 72 virgins who have no souls and hence can't be hurt by being used as sexual gratification devices.
Perhaps when you arrive in Heaven, you'll be given 72 skinny women without souls, and then you can judge them and criticize them in public without hurting the feelings of any real human being.
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food slut
great topic. on a different note, i've been at plenty of fine restuarants and have also discovered that i was the only one eating at the table. my friends, all wealthy (myself NOT included) women, stick thin and brittle of body and soul were all involved in some sort of food program or another - no wheat, no dairy, no meat - no flavor. colonics scheduled, new diets to try, another 12 step program to attend - these women were on to anything that would dissapate a carbohydrate or burn a calorie. Chicken Ceasar salads were ordered with dressing on the side, no cheese and god forbid, no croutons. this is not a ceasar - it's lettuce topped with chicken! infuriating - but revenge was sweet - or should i say pleasantly carb loaded - i would tuck into my fusilli with eggplant (i wasn't much on big plates small portions, frankly)as my women friends would at first eye me suspiciously for eating such poison and then ask, ever so quietly and demurely, as if asking their husbands for yet another st. john suit, if they could have a taste. of course, i'd answer. their fork would enter my bowl of pasta, stab one strand and take the rest of the meal to finish it. such suffering for the sake of a few pounds.
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Great Piece by Ann Bauer
LOVED this piece by Ann Bauer. Great writing, and I did enjoy that little bit of food porn at the end!!
But good grief, all you jealous food writer wannabes...so she had YOUR dream job and she didn't appreciate it as much as you would have, because she wasn't a true believer and worshiper at the temple of friseed escarole.
GET OVER IT!
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So much Monday morning snark!
As someone who both cooks and eats, I thoroughly enjoyed Ann Bauer's take on the business of restaurant reviewing.
She obviously hit on some sore spots, though. Let's see...some people are envious (the remark that she was "given" a house, the snarky remarks about her writing) or feel threatened by her observations about "preternaturally thin" women who barely eat a thing. Too close to home for some, I guess.
As for me, when I go to a restaurant and order a scrumptious dish, I'm eating it. I'm not going to push it around my plate, suck a bit of sauce off a couple of bites, and then pronounce that I am full while I longingly watch my fellow diners tuck in. Horse hockey.
Bauer recognizes what I've long believed: food is not only about sustenance or showing off one's good taste and credit card limit. It's an occasion to come together with other people, to enjoy the earth's bounty, have a couple glasses of wine, and hammer out the world's problems until we are all satiated with good food, good company, and good conversation.
I believe the loss of this type of communal activity to ostentatious display and snobbery is what Bauer is bemoaning, if one bothers to read between the lines.
And I wish those who keep reminding us how much they dislike Salon would just go. Really. Just go. Keep your snark to yourself. We won't miss you. Go on, now. Shoo.
I've gotta go cook something now and invite some friends over. Somebody please stop and pick up a bottle of wine (passe or not), OK?
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Read the story AGAIN
First of all, this is a Great piece. It is NOT just someone whining about their great job. Read it AGAIN, people. This is a story about our CULTURE, and one of the ways in which we are going WRONG. This is a story about the fetish-izing of food, the separation of food from it's function as NOURISHMENT, and the emptiness that that separation brings about. The author details the seduction (and emptiness) she herself underwent, not to COMPLAIN, but to demonstrate that she herself was not immune to, nor above seduction. Moving on, I heartily agree with the comments from others which say: I am interested in the organic pig farm, the resurgance of beets, the trendy restaurant that feeds the homeless. I would love to read these articles, and I hope Ann Bauer gets to write them for some publication. Great food writing isn't solely about food, just as great erotic writing isn't solely about isolated reproductive organs. Also, I REALLY think Harri Covert should change her name to Harri Dan. HA HA HA HA HA HA. Look it up, Harri !!!
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Interesting, but self-referential article
Clearly Ann Bauer is no foodie - but her well-written outsider's take on the "foodie" culture creates an interesting picture of a group of people whose interests and behaviors are somewhat inscrutable to the rest of us. Foodies are like any group of absorbed fans - Trekkies, Scrapbookers, Socialites, ESPN addicts, etc, who engage in a pastime that seems shallow and uniteresting on the outside, but provides them with plenty of fun to fill up their free time.
Personally, I would rather read one of her interviews with organic produce farmers or playwrights than any of the "food porn" she so eloquently describes. Salon, why don't you publish those? Instead of writing melodramatic, self-referential articles about the difficulty of being a journalist or a writer, give us the work products of journalism and writing. Give us less autobiography and more narrative!